I am that motherf*cker, Lord give me that deuce deuce
I'm out the roof like a chimney sweeper
I'm on Jack and cola
Oh, snap that boy's about to go go pow pow, hold up
Dead at midnight, out like a convict
Trick I'm losing my shit, watch this
Throw a bottle, F*ck the world
I need fight tunes and mushrooms, I'm tripping
(Chicka Chicka) Who's bad?
Baby it's my turn, I want all of it
Hey, let's go
Look, and I'm hating on a trailer park pimp
Who? Me
It's a problem ain't it, man
You're f*cking white, you better get used to it
Catfish Billy man
Check the 5-0, in the rear-view
Scheming on the Chevy cause the Chevy's a clear view
Tires wet, pulling me over
With tattoos, I'm a pistol holder
An American f*ck up, money like a crook
And I'm spending G's like I'm buying a soda
Check me out, CEO
Got pull like a monster truck so what's up
I earn my shit
Respect is a must
You f*ck around with me (shit)
In the slug I trust
I got the Mossberg (shit)
Don't make me load that bunk
James Brown motherf*cker (shit)
I took her... I took her to the breakdown like this
[x4:]
Give me everything. Take it all away
Lock me up and then throw away the key
Kick me down and then talk about my state
I'm not out of place. I'm from outer space
I'm not out of place. I'm from outer space
I'm not out of place. I'm from outer space
YelaWolf - Love Story Album Lyrics
YelaWolf - Love Story Lyrics
Writer: Matt Hayes, Michael Atha, Mike Hartnett, William Washington
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Change
Killers done found this touch a long time ago
Had to walks hours before I found this new kind of road
Had to spend months inside a dark room with my candles blown
But I came out with a light that blind at then end though
Oh I mean a book, cause a book of Neanderthals
Could it be what it what they though it was, well it's kinda known
And it's kinda yes when they dress up my talents [?]
This ain't a star but I got life like a planet though
I was just a bud and would knew that the plant would grow
Flowers and I got flower power like Abbey Road
I caught the sun shower drenched in a pot of gold
Bless you with this twinkling pile of smoke
The wind got in my sails in the creek, water no paddle boat
Nobody picking me off the ground when my saddle broke
It don't matter though, a horse is a horse
Plus I needed the workout, I'm kinda glad it broke
I'm ecstatic, better yet, I'm in that kinda mode
That classics are made from
I done felt myself change
(Where will you go now, what will it take)
I done felt myself change
(Is it true now, or just play)
Yeah that's me, with a fifth of that Jack D
Still ridin' dirty to 8-ball MJG
Still got the house in the little hood that raised me
Still know dope boys, I talk to em daily
Still got that red neck family who loves me
Still hop out of trucks in the heart of Dixie
Don't try to put me back, I'm apart of my history
Because I'm creative, smart and thrifty
Cause I take the shotgun, I BB your [?]
Jump in the Chevy through some Catfish Billy trippin'
Hop on the 808, when I'm pimpin' you know I'm pimpin'
Never gave a f*ck about the lines I crossed when I'm playing chicken
Raise on the Bible Belt with the cross I was made a Christian
What's up world? I'm in Alabama chillin'
And I just stuck a shot for the ones who stop and they hit the ceiling
Drop the top on the 65 in Nash, I can still here em, they're saying
(Where will you go now, what will it take)
I done felt myself change
(Is it true now, or just play)
I done felt myself change
(Where will you go now, don't turn around)
Do not succumb to the masses ideas
Or the ridicule and the judgement
Of those who follow the ideas of the weak
Will perish and they did fall of enlightenment
Become the vision of the minds eye
And carry your flame to the fire
Do not wait for the fire to carry the flame to you
Build, work, build, work, build, work, fall down
Fall down, fail, learn, learn, earn, earn in [?]
Money is the tool for a creation of the creative space
Do not squander the value of a gift from a friend
Family, strangers, enemies, Atheists, [?], people
People in this ocean of hungry minds
Feed, do no starve
Start now, wake up now
A trillion more lives will live happy before one of those trillion care a lot about your happiness
Love yourself and hate only you
If you don't...
Had to walks hours before I found this new kind of road
Had to spend months inside a dark room with my candles blown
But I came out with a light that blind at then end though
Oh I mean a book, cause a book of Neanderthals
Could it be what it what they though it was, well it's kinda known
And it's kinda yes when they dress up my talents [?]
This ain't a star but I got life like a planet though
I was just a bud and would knew that the plant would grow
Flowers and I got flower power like Abbey Road
I caught the sun shower drenched in a pot of gold
Bless you with this twinkling pile of smoke
The wind got in my sails in the creek, water no paddle boat
Nobody picking me off the ground when my saddle broke
It don't matter though, a horse is a horse
Plus I needed the workout, I'm kinda glad it broke
I'm ecstatic, better yet, I'm in that kinda mode
That classics are made from
I done felt myself change
(Where will you go now, what will it take)
I done felt myself change
(Is it true now, or just play)
Yeah that's me, with a fifth of that Jack D
Still ridin' dirty to 8-ball MJG
Still got the house in the little hood that raised me
Still know dope boys, I talk to em daily
Still got that red neck family who loves me
Still hop out of trucks in the heart of Dixie
Don't try to put me back, I'm apart of my history
Because I'm creative, smart and thrifty
Cause I take the shotgun, I BB your [?]
Jump in the Chevy through some Catfish Billy trippin'
Hop on the 808, when I'm pimpin' you know I'm pimpin'
Never gave a f*ck about the lines I crossed when I'm playing chicken
Raise on the Bible Belt with the cross I was made a Christian
What's up world? I'm in Alabama chillin'
And I just stuck a shot for the ones who stop and they hit the ceiling
Drop the top on the 65 in Nash, I can still here em, they're saying
(Where will you go now, what will it take)
I done felt myself change
(Is it true now, or just play)
I done felt myself change
(Where will you go now, don't turn around)
Do not succumb to the masses ideas
Or the ridicule and the judgement
Of those who follow the ideas of the weak
Will perish and they did fall of enlightenment
Become the vision of the minds eye
And carry your flame to the fire
Do not wait for the fire to carry the flame to you
Build, work, build, work, build, work, fall down
Fall down, fail, learn, learn, earn, earn in [?]
Money is the tool for a creation of the creative space
Do not squander the value of a gift from a friend
Family, strangers, enemies, Atheists, [?], people
People in this ocean of hungry minds
Feed, do no starve
Start now, wake up now
A trillion more lives will live happy before one of those trillion care a lot about your happiness
Love yourself and hate only you
If you don't...
Writer: JESSYCA WILSON, MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA, JAMES HO
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management
American You
Man you got it all worked out, don't you? Old pair of shoes
Never wear your heart on your sleeve cause it don't go with the suit
You got a bad, bad woman with a young little pretty face
They told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway
Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
Mama said steer clear of the devil so you never played in the road
Always lookin' on the bright side, so you never see the potholes
You got a house on a hill, big news, that's a big deal
Big party with your big time friends, man imagine how that feels
Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
I believe in the modest dream, ain't lookin' for a pot of gold
A 6 pack and some good marijuana I can watch my mama roll
I believe I can buy a few things like a house with a nice pool
Invite my nobody friends to the party and we'll be in it, f*ck you
You got a blue collar father who drinks Budweiser out the bottle
20 dollars, an old Impala, a baby's mama
You work hard, you don't beg, you don't borrow
Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonald's
Your daddy told you that girl was nothin' but a problem
But you fell in love cause to you she was like a supermodel
And they told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway
It ain't no problem
You make something out of nothing, you make money for a living
Pushing buttons, digging ditches, flipping burgers in the kitchen
With a vision you been dreaming, you been savin'
You been givin' nothin' but shit
You take it cause you're patient in this prison
F*ck everybody dissing, it ain't them who's gotta live in this skin
With all these tattoos that you got, it f*cking offends them
If it's you that I'm speakin' to, you must be my extension
I take my drink up and sip it, take my hat off and tip it
Slumerican
Oh sweet sounds of American you
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
Doo doo doo doo doo doo...
Oh sweet sounds of American you
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
Never wear your heart on your sleeve cause it don't go with the suit
You got a bad, bad woman with a young little pretty face
They told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway
Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
Mama said steer clear of the devil so you never played in the road
Always lookin' on the bright side, so you never see the potholes
You got a house on a hill, big news, that's a big deal
Big party with your big time friends, man imagine how that feels
Singin', oh sweet sounds of American you
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
I believe in the modest dream, ain't lookin' for a pot of gold
A 6 pack and some good marijuana I can watch my mama roll
I believe I can buy a few things like a house with a nice pool
Invite my nobody friends to the party and we'll be in it, f*ck you
You got a blue collar father who drinks Budweiser out the bottle
20 dollars, an old Impala, a baby's mama
You work hard, you don't beg, you don't borrow
Night at the factory, daytime job at McDonald's
Your daddy told you that girl was nothin' but a problem
But you fell in love cause to you she was like a supermodel
And they told you not to go get married but you went and did it anyway
It ain't no problem
You make something out of nothing, you make money for a living
Pushing buttons, digging ditches, flipping burgers in the kitchen
With a vision you been dreaming, you been savin'
You been givin' nothin' but shit
You take it cause you're patient in this prison
F*ck everybody dissing, it ain't them who's gotta live in this skin
With all these tattoos that you got, it f*cking offends them
If it's you that I'm speakin' to, you must be my extension
I take my drink up and sip it, take my hat off and tip it
Slumerican
Oh sweet sounds of American you
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
Doo doo doo doo doo doo...
Oh sweet sounds of American you
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
Doo doo doo doo doo doo, f*ck you too
Writer: Michael Wayne Atha, James Ryan Wuihu Ho, Marshall Mathers, Luis Edgardo Resto
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ME GUSTA MUSIC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, ME GUSTA MUSIC, BMG Rights Management
Whiskey In A Bottle
Yeah
Still on that ass like
Handcuff's up in ya like
Hand-puppets make a mute holla
You should've jumped in that Impala homie
Refrigerators never seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a breeze on the hill
Will make a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I built up to
F*ck guppies, I see food and I hush puppies
So give me that king crap
And I'll break a shell
You seen that?
Well f*ck 'em if he don't take it well
So crack the top off that hot, shaking ale
And say "free Young Struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
F*ck the cops! Take an L
F*ck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
I'll pull up to the gate
And we'll skate on these country faggots
And until then, f*ck 'em, they can have it
Slumerican means
Slum American breed
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeah
[Hook:]
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now
Yeah I'm a landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Lalalalalalalalalaa
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that gas like
The bottom of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass like Alabama did LSU
Goose egg, oh lord
Bible Belt raised in your mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and roll Chevy's
My momma rolls joints
Smoke rolls off of the tip
Daddies a rolling stone
I'm rolling in shit with these pigs
In south side
Who you rolling with in the sticks?
With hair weawes and air streams
Cigarette stained walls
F*ck, I can barely breathe
Spittin' shotgun pellets
Out of my f*ckin' chili bowl
But am I a hill billy? No
I am the truth behind these f*ckin' illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, and I just tattoed it
Because of the abuse and I use it as therapy in music
So..
[Hook]
Still on that grass like
John Deeres this yard is already cut
You can't get no work here, uh
You fags thought it was swag you was stealing
It turns out I got no peers
Just years of street smarts
So here you go retards
Come hit this bulls eye
I'll give you three darts
One, my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my f*ckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey in a bottle now)
F*ckin' right, I'm aged
I'm dirty 3, I'm not a child who plays with rap to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC who's wack
Then get a free slap
F*ck out my car and I'm smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack sippin' still
Whippin' wood wheels
Truck on steriods
Illegal to play ball
But dammit how good it feels
Drop that black card
Park in the backyard
Baby fire up the grill
It's party time
[Hook]
Still on that ass like
Handcuff's up in ya like
Hand-puppets make a mute holla
You should've jumped in that Impala homie
Refrigerators never seen ice baby
Not vanilla, not a breeze on the hill
Will make a flame grab a chinchilla
Quite like the words I built up to
F*ck guppies, I see food and I hush puppies
So give me that king crap
And I'll break a shell
You seen that?
Well f*ck 'em if he don't take it well
So crack the top off that hot, shaking ale
And say "free Young Struggle" who's not making bail
He got popped by the feds
F*ck the cops! Take an L
F*ck it take M-N-O-P, learn how to spell
I'll pull up to the gate
And we'll skate on these country faggots
And until then, f*ck 'em, they can have it
Slumerican means
Slum American breed
Gutter raised with worldwide dreams, yeah
[Hook:]
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a bullet in the barrel with a hair pin trigger now
Yeah I'm a landslide
I'm a head case train wreck avalanche comin' down
Put your hands to the sky
I'm a ready made party
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Lalalalalalalalalaa
I'm whiskey in a bottle now
Still on that gas like
The bottom of my signature shoe, 'Bama red
I'm on that ass like Alabama did LSU
Goose egg, oh lord
Bible Belt raised in your mouth like a cold sore
Rolled Ford's? Nah roll tide and roll Chevy's
My momma rolls joints
Smoke rolls off of the tip
Daddies a rolling stone
I'm rolling in shit with these pigs
In south side
Who you rolling with in the sticks?
With hair weawes and air streams
Cigarette stained walls
F*ck, I can barely breathe
Spittin' shotgun pellets
Out of my f*ckin' chili bowl
But am I a hill billy? No
I am the truth behind these f*ckin' illusionist
Yellin' redneck, you about as red as the color blue is
Call me a redneck, and I just tattoed it
Because of the abuse and I use it as therapy in music
So..
[Hook]
Still on that grass like
John Deeres this yard is already cut
You can't get no work here, uh
You fags thought it was swag you was stealing
It turns out I got no peers
Just years of street smarts
So here you go retards
Come hit this bulls eye
I'll give you three darts
One, my last album flopped
Two, it wasn't my time
Three, my f*ckin' mama's selling my pajamas online
(Lalalalalalalalalaa)
But guess what?
(I'm whiskey in a bottle now)
F*ckin' right, I'm aged
I'm dirty 3, I'm not a child who plays with rap to get a piece
Don't clap, for no MC who's wack
Then get a free slap
F*ck out my car and I'm smashed in a Caprice
I'm Jack sippin' still
Whippin' wood wheels
Truck on steriods
Illegal to play ball
But dammit how good it feels
Drop that black card
Park in the backyard
Baby fire up the grill
It's party time
[Hook]
Writer: MATT HAYES, MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA, WILLIAM BOOKER WASHINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Ball N Chain
You made me
Everything that I am
You called me names till I became a name
Now that's all that I understand
Now the joke's on you cause the whole damn world's at the bottom of the fool's head
Now the fool's got to choose
And the joker's in the smoker with his palm on the hot pan
Cause I'm that boy with the ball and chain
Floating through the sky, looking down from my jet plane
Looking down from my jet plane, oh
Yeah, I'm that boy with the ball and chain
The boy with the ball and chain
Now I'm looking down from my jet plane
Everything that I am
You called me names till I became a name
Now that's all that I understand
Now the joke's on you cause the whole damn world's at the bottom of the fool's head
Now the fool's got to choose
And the joker's in the smoker with his palm on the hot pan
Cause I'm that boy with the ball and chain
Floating through the sky, looking down from my jet plane
Looking down from my jet plane, oh
Yeah, I'm that boy with the ball and chain
The boy with the ball and chain
Now I'm looking down from my jet plane
Writer: MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Till Its Gone
[Verse 1:]
I'm not the table you can come and lay your cup down on, now
I'm not the shoulder for a bag. The one that carried a heavy load
I'm not the road that you take when you looking for a short cut, uh
I ain't the stepping stone to be stepping on
I ain't nobodies crutch
I ain't the money man, with your money, man
You ain't looking at me
I'm not the cheap one, looking at me son
You ain't looking at free
I ain't the dish rag to come clean up all the sh*t that you dish out
Ain't got no check for em'
If you checking in, mothaf**ka, check this out
[Hook:]
Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some sh*t
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh
Till it's gone. Oh oh [x3]
What can I do if I do till it's gone?
[Verse 2:]
I'm not the the trash can. Not the last man at the finish line, now
I'm not the new kid on the block that you can just follow and push around
I'm not the f**king needle in the hay stack that you finally found
This ain't no free rent. Come and pitch a tent
You ain't tying me down
I'm not a bus ride you can hop inside and just roll away clean
Like the wheel on the wagon you wanna break
Cause I hold up the weight for the team
I'm not the gold watch and the new truck that your scheming to check out
Unless your looking to check out (powpowpow)
What a mess, now (come on)
[Hook:]
Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some sh*t
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh
Till it's gone. Oh oh [x3]
What can I do if I do till it's gone?
[Verse 3:]
I jump to the sky for my people
I walk through the fire. I give love when it's equal
Don't tell me not to complain about my money and fame
When you come around me telling me I've changed
Damn, right I've f**king changed
When there's f**king change in my pocket hit the bucket
It was a rocking all a sudden
I went from shopping without nothing
To going shopping for my cousins
Now that the cops know that I'm buzzing,
They wanna drop me in the oven
Pull me over just to say "I'm a fan"
Hip hop; gotta love it, but f**k it
[Hook:]
Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some sh*t
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh
Till it's gone. Oh oh [x3]
What can I do if I do till it's gone?
I'm not the table you can come and lay your cup down on, now
I'm not the shoulder for a bag. The one that carried a heavy load
I'm not the road that you take when you looking for a short cut, uh
I ain't the stepping stone to be stepping on
I ain't nobodies crutch
I ain't the money man, with your money, man
You ain't looking at me
I'm not the cheap one, looking at me son
You ain't looking at free
I ain't the dish rag to come clean up all the sh*t that you dish out
Ain't got no check for em'
If you checking in, mothaf**ka, check this out
[Hook:]
Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some sh*t
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh
Till it's gone. Oh oh [x3]
What can I do if I do till it's gone?
[Verse 2:]
I'm not the the trash can. Not the last man at the finish line, now
I'm not the new kid on the block that you can just follow and push around
I'm not the f**king needle in the hay stack that you finally found
This ain't no free rent. Come and pitch a tent
You ain't tying me down
I'm not a bus ride you can hop inside and just roll away clean
Like the wheel on the wagon you wanna break
Cause I hold up the weight for the team
I'm not the gold watch and the new truck that your scheming to check out
Unless your looking to check out (powpowpow)
What a mess, now (come on)
[Hook:]
Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some sh*t
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh
Till it's gone. Oh oh [x3]
What can I do if I do till it's gone?
[Verse 3:]
I jump to the sky for my people
I walk through the fire. I give love when it's equal
Don't tell me not to complain about my money and fame
When you come around me telling me I've changed
Damn, right I've f**king changed
When there's f**king change in my pocket hit the bucket
It was a rocking all a sudden
I went from shopping without nothing
To going shopping for my cousins
Now that the cops know that I'm buzzing,
They wanna drop me in the oven
Pull me over just to say "I'm a fan"
Hip hop; gotta love it, but f**k it
[Hook:]
Ain't much I can do but I do what I can
But I'm not a fool there's no need to pretend
And just because you got yourself in some sh*t
It doesn't mean I have to come deal with it
You handle your own when you become a man
And become a man when you handle your own
Ain't much I can do, but I do what I can
But what can I do if I do till it's gone? Oh oh
Till it's gone. Oh oh [x3]
What can I do if I do till it's gone?
Writer: Matt D. Hayes, Michael D Hartnett, Michael Wayne Atha, Willy Washington
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., BMG Rights Management
Devil In My Veins
Lately I've been afraid of myself
The closer that I get to rain
The more I feel at home, the further I'm away
And all that I feel is pain
[Chorus:]
Count me, count me, call my name
Don't leave me out the chain
Crimson tears falling and my shirt is blood-stained
And the devil's forever in my veins
And the devil's forever in my veins
The morning's across I've been when I wake
Am I asleep if I've broken my faith?
Down on my knees, can you hear me when I pray?
Or am I a little too late?
[Chorus x2:]
Count me, count me, call my name
Don't leave me out the chain
Crimson tears falling and my shirt is blood-stained
And the devil's forever in my veins
And the devil's forever in my veins
The closer that I get to rain
The more I feel at home, the further I'm away
And all that I feel is pain
[Chorus:]
Count me, count me, call my name
Don't leave me out the chain
Crimson tears falling and my shirt is blood-stained
And the devil's forever in my veins
And the devil's forever in my veins
The morning's across I've been when I wake
Am I asleep if I've broken my faith?
Down on my knees, can you hear me when I pray?
Or am I a little too late?
[Chorus x2:]
Count me, count me, call my name
Don't leave me out the chain
Crimson tears falling and my shirt is blood-stained
And the devil's forever in my veins
And the devil's forever in my veins
Writer: CALEB ANTHONY OWEN, JOSHUA WINKLER, MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Best Friend
[Verse 1 - Yelawolf:]
Ain't never been much of the church type
But I believe in the last days
I walk through Hell almost every night
But I believe it's a pathway
Say boy, what you doin' with your life
With those tattoos on your face?
Say boy, you know that you'll pay the price
Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way
[Hook - Yelawolf:]
To the father son and holy spirit
I hold you nearest
My best friend, best friend
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
I can almost hear it
My best friend, best friend
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit
Behold these lyrics
I got a best friend, best friend
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah
[Verse 2 - Yelawolf:]
I don't know much about Holy Bibles
But I grew up in the Bible Belt
I put my love for a woman on idle
Because I got beat with my mama's belt
But I learned from my mistakes
Try hard to respect people for what they believing in
But if you spit on my f*cking grave
And wish me Hell then I wish you well
I'mma send you straight up to my best friend
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Eminem:]
God, please would you arm me with the armor?
To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi
Could have gone the other way many times
Could have turned Dalai with the lama
But I squash my beefs when things seem to be looking decent
Recently, but don't jinx it
It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace
Though maybe no finna enter
The priesthood, but at least should
Make an attempt to show some remorse
And then be some sort of a repenter
For the people I've been a menace to
Not a preacher, but a shit starting finisher
In the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper
This patience of mine is thinner
Than twine is when I get attacked
So I might say something back that might offend you
So if you don't like when I rap
What I have to say on the mic then you
Might wanna act just like quarterbacks
And take a f*ckin' hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner
(I got a best friend, best friend)
Bust balls and intestines
And ain't never been yes men
They gon' tell me when I'm f*ckin' up
The minute I'm ever giving it less than
I'm about to vomit and I can feel it coming
Cause failure's something I can barely stomach
And I only listen to my guts
So unless you're my f*ckin' belly button
Don't tell me nothin'
You ain't my (best friend, best friend)
Who you think I'm talking 'bout?
Lifts me up when I'm down and out
Still look to him without a doubt
Still got a (best friend, best friend)
Shout it out like there's never been a louder mouth
Should have never been allowed, I'm out
Now that I got a higher power
Now with a black out power, out is out
Like powerless, but they crowd around
They tend to flock like shepherds to black sheep
But I be the worst thing that these motherf*ckers ever heard
When I'm counted out
You be D-O-A, then announced
They pronounce you dead when they sound it out
So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now
He's all around you
Not even a doctor's at the hospital
He could have shigy-shocked you back to life
It's im-piggy-possible to revive you
That's word to the digy-doctor
Stigy-stopping and that's not an option
Something I'm not gonna do
I'm the Iggy-Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth
Dawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable strip, cock and I shoot
Who you think's my Glock that I use?
That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters
And they be waiting at the gate
When you get sprayed up, sending you hoes straight up
To deal with my (best friend, best friend)
[Hook]
Ain't never been much of the church type
But I believe in the last days
I walk through Hell almost every night
But I believe it's a pathway
Say boy, what you doin' with your life
With those tattoos on your face?
Say boy, you know that you'll pay the price
Well, I guess I'll see when I head that way
[Hook - Yelawolf:]
To the father son and holy spirit
I hold you nearest
My best friend, best friend
Let the trumpets blow with your appearance
I can almost hear it
My best friend, best friend
When you wish me Hell upon my soul and spirit
Behold these lyrics
I got a best friend, best friend
Yeah, I got a best friend, best friend, yeah
[Verse 2 - Yelawolf:]
I don't know much about Holy Bibles
But I grew up in the Bible Belt
I put my love for a woman on idle
Because I got beat with my mama's belt
But I learned from my mistakes
Try hard to respect people for what they believing in
But if you spit on my f*cking grave
And wish me Hell then I wish you well
I'mma send you straight up to my best friend
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Eminem:]
God, please would you arm me with the armor?
To calm me when there's drama like Gandhi
Could have gone the other way many times
Could have turned Dalai with the lama
But I squash my beefs when things seem to be looking decent
Recently, but don't jinx it
It's like Clint Eastwood looking for peace
Though maybe no finna enter
The priesthood, but at least should
Make an attempt to show some remorse
And then be some sort of a repenter
For the people I've been a menace to
Not a preacher, but a shit starting finisher
In the mind of a thick skin, but a short temper
This patience of mine is thinner
Than twine is when I get attacked
So I might say something back that might offend you
So if you don't like when I rap
What I have to say on the mic then you
Might wanna act just like quarterbacks
And take a f*ckin' hike when I snap cause I'm a sinner
(I got a best friend, best friend)
Bust balls and intestines
And ain't never been yes men
They gon' tell me when I'm f*ckin' up
The minute I'm ever giving it less than
I'm about to vomit and I can feel it coming
Cause failure's something I can barely stomach
And I only listen to my guts
So unless you're my f*ckin' belly button
Don't tell me nothin'
You ain't my (best friend, best friend)
Who you think I'm talking 'bout?
Lifts me up when I'm down and out
Still look to him without a doubt
Still got a (best friend, best friend)
Shout it out like there's never been a louder mouth
Should have never been allowed, I'm out
Now that I got a higher power
Now with a black out power, out is out
Like powerless, but they crowd around
They tend to flock like shepherds to black sheep
But I be the worst thing that these motherf*ckers ever heard
When I'm counted out
You be D-O-A, then announced
They pronounce you dead when they sound it out
So prepare for a rival, your arch enemy surrounds you now
He's all around you
Not even a doctor's at the hospital
He could have shigy-shocked you back to life
It's im-piggy-possible to revive you
That's word to the digy-doctor
Stigy-stopping and that's not an option
Something I'm not gonna do
I'm the Iggy-Pop of hip-hop when I walk in the booth
Dawg, I'm the truth like Biggie rockin' with 2Pac in the suit
Talking to Proof dropping a deuce
Fill up a syllable clip like a refillable strip, cock and I shoot
Who you think's my Glock that I use?
That I pull from to get my strength up against these haters
And they be waiting at the gate
When you get sprayed up, sending you hoes straight up
To deal with my (best friend, best friend)
[Hook]
Writer: Marshall B. III Mathers, William Booker Washington, Michael Wayne Atha, Matt Hayes, Luis Edgardo Resto
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group
Empty Bottles
[Hook:]
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger, can I call you a friend?
My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me a kiss
Eyes fixated with the familiar shape
Black label, white letters, they integrate
Cubans in the bar room with harpoons
I bloom in the night fog like mushrooms
See every bullet hole in the window of my past
Now that's what I call a shot glass (2, 3, 4)
[Hook]
Count the cracks on the sidewalk
Pack the cigarette box in my left palm
Flame on the tip of a smoke
I don't know where the light came from
Legs like a ghost, I still walk
Whole world must try and concrete feels soft
Blinded by the cameras pop flash
I'm a big fan, shot glass? (2, 3, 4)
[Hook]
Oh, what a life it's been
What about my life in there? What about the would and whens?
If, maybes, could-have-beens? You didn't know shit about me, man
You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then
Look at you, f*cking faggot, what you looking at, punk?
What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you want?
Make it a double, f*ck it, a triple, f*ck it, give me the bottle
And then it's bottoms-up, what a positive role model
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all, take a Tylenol, shake it off
Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all, take a Tylenol, shake it off
Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
[Hook x2]
Empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Silhouettes of people dancing
To an unfamiliar sound
Hello stranger, can I call you a friend?
My friend, I'm going down
With empty bottles on the table
Black roses on the ground
Ground bottle six with the permanent bliss
Razor sharp glass lips, give me a kiss
Eyes fixated with the familiar shape
Black label, white letters, they integrate
Cubans in the bar room with harpoons
I bloom in the night fog like mushrooms
See every bullet hole in the window of my past
Now that's what I call a shot glass (2, 3, 4)
[Hook]
Count the cracks on the sidewalk
Pack the cigarette box in my left palm
Flame on the tip of a smoke
I don't know where the light came from
Legs like a ghost, I still walk
Whole world must try and concrete feels soft
Blinded by the cameras pop flash
I'm a big fan, shot glass? (2, 3, 4)
[Hook]
Oh, what a life it's been
What about my life in there? What about the would and whens?
If, maybes, could-have-beens? You didn't know shit about me, man
You didn't go to school in the clothes that I had to wear back then
Look at you, f*cking faggot, what you looking at, punk?
What, bitch? Give me another shot, hey, what you want?
Make it a double, f*ck it, a triple, f*ck it, give me the bottle
And then it's bottoms-up, what a positive role model
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all, take a Tylenol, shake it off
Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake at all, take a Tylenol, shake it off
Wanna take another shot of Jack but Jack D shot me with a sawed-off
[Hook x2]
Writer: JAMES RYAN WUIHUN HO, MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Heart Break
You used to be so cool, what the f*ck happened to you?
Look at what all this rapping and money-stacking will do
I could've been stuck out in 'Bama, had I not flew the coop
And my babies would suffer Christmas cause Santa ain't got no loot
Uh, money ain't the issue, you say, that's funny now
Cause money's all I could give you to shut your motherf*cking mouth
Here, take 20 grand and buy yourself a lawyer
Shit, here's a whip so my kids ain't gotta walk to the store for ya, f*ck
Momma told me I should keep it real
My record ain't selling, momma, I'm trying hard enough to keep a deal
Meanwhile I'm throwing paper down into an empty pit
I got a business I'm trying to run, man, f*ck this bitch
I should've seen it coming, she never pulled away
I'm carrying her like an elephant on a dinner plate
You gassed em, Yelawolf, you better pump your f*cking brakes, asshole
You got the nerve to wanna talk about heartbreak, hell no
[Hook:]
Baby, I've been around, you know I've been around
You know I've been around and I can't pretend to love you right now
So you can go cry your heart out until you drown
Hope you can swim it out cause I can't be friends with a friend like you tryna hold me down
You got some nerve to be bad at me for, f*ck, anything
What have I done besides give you what I could not afford?
The kids are happy cause they really don't know anything
If they only knew what toys that their momma could afford
The vacation they could be taking when daddy's on tour
Wait, you are on vacation, that's what this shit is for
I get it, I'm like the fountain of youth
You're in the bed with your boo and you two are sipping courvoisier, true?
This song ain't no diss, it's a living proof
Skit of skin and tooth, the witch in you bit, left me with cracked roofs
I ain't done, bitch, put this shit in loop
Here's a melody so it sticks in your head like your tracks do, ooh
You wanna walk around like it's all good
Cause I'm the golden ticket to get out of the hood
You better hope somebody gets more than I do
Cause my will don't include you
[Hook x2]
There'll always be a special place
For you in my bank account
You f*cking bitch
[Hook]
There ain't no f*cking way I'mma let you take this hard-earned money, bitch
And I can't pretend to love you right now
So you can go cry your heart out until you drown
Hope you can swim it out cause I can't be friends with a friend like you tryna hold me down
Look at what all this rapping and money-stacking will do
I could've been stuck out in 'Bama, had I not flew the coop
And my babies would suffer Christmas cause Santa ain't got no loot
Uh, money ain't the issue, you say, that's funny now
Cause money's all I could give you to shut your motherf*cking mouth
Here, take 20 grand and buy yourself a lawyer
Shit, here's a whip so my kids ain't gotta walk to the store for ya, f*ck
Momma told me I should keep it real
My record ain't selling, momma, I'm trying hard enough to keep a deal
Meanwhile I'm throwing paper down into an empty pit
I got a business I'm trying to run, man, f*ck this bitch
I should've seen it coming, she never pulled away
I'm carrying her like an elephant on a dinner plate
You gassed em, Yelawolf, you better pump your f*cking brakes, asshole
You got the nerve to wanna talk about heartbreak, hell no
[Hook:]
Baby, I've been around, you know I've been around
You know I've been around and I can't pretend to love you right now
So you can go cry your heart out until you drown
Hope you can swim it out cause I can't be friends with a friend like you tryna hold me down
You got some nerve to be bad at me for, f*ck, anything
What have I done besides give you what I could not afford?
The kids are happy cause they really don't know anything
If they only knew what toys that their momma could afford
The vacation they could be taking when daddy's on tour
Wait, you are on vacation, that's what this shit is for
I get it, I'm like the fountain of youth
You're in the bed with your boo and you two are sipping courvoisier, true?
This song ain't no diss, it's a living proof
Skit of skin and tooth, the witch in you bit, left me with cracked roofs
I ain't done, bitch, put this shit in loop
Here's a melody so it sticks in your head like your tracks do, ooh
You wanna walk around like it's all good
Cause I'm the golden ticket to get out of the hood
You better hope somebody gets more than I do
Cause my will don't include you
[Hook x2]
There'll always be a special place
For you in my bank account
You f*cking bitch
[Hook]
There ain't no f*cking way I'mma let you take this hard-earned money, bitch
And I can't pretend to love you right now
So you can go cry your heart out until you drown
Hope you can swim it out cause I can't be friends with a friend like you tryna hold me down
Writer: MARK BATSON, MARSHALL MATHERS, MICHAEL ELIZONDO, MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Tennessee Love
I must be Jim Morrison to get a motherf*cking girl like you
Don't know what I did in my past life but it must have been something cool
Cause I'm a whiskey drinkin', fight provoking, cigarette smoking dude
I got a problem with my, attitude it's hard for me to keep cool
But when I look at you, I see me, a reflection of a real soul
Some part of me, if I may seem, losin' out of control
It ain't the drink talkin' it's me talking, f*ck if every one knows
You my girl and that's that, so hop on the back of this bike and roll
Let's roll now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
Can't you see that my hands are shaking
Withdrawals, from alcohol ain't no use in us faking
But it's our life ain't it baby, so ain't no use in use taking
A chance with it, so I promise that I'll work on my patience
Someday if we get lucky and we grow and get old
We'll look back and laugh about, the circus and the show
But for now we live it up, we spend it up and we go
To the last call in every bar in this town turn this lights on and close
You and me now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
When I first met you I was so broke
And I tried to hide behind the Alabama pines, praying that you didn't know
About my problems cause I couldn't, bare to see you go
And when you found out, all that happened, your little heart was broke
And I had to earn it back and I learned in fact that money don't fix that shit
Not tattoo's and I love you's, is trust that I had to get
I'm sorry that I, ever hurt you for anything that I did
Can I put this ring on your finger let you know that I'm serious
Marry me now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
Don't know what I did in my past life but it must have been something cool
Cause I'm a whiskey drinkin', fight provoking, cigarette smoking dude
I got a problem with my, attitude it's hard for me to keep cool
But when I look at you, I see me, a reflection of a real soul
Some part of me, if I may seem, losin' out of control
It ain't the drink talkin' it's me talking, f*ck if every one knows
You my girl and that's that, so hop on the back of this bike and roll
Let's roll now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
Can't you see that my hands are shaking
Withdrawals, from alcohol ain't no use in us faking
But it's our life ain't it baby, so ain't no use in use taking
A chance with it, so I promise that I'll work on my patience
Someday if we get lucky and we grow and get old
We'll look back and laugh about, the circus and the show
But for now we live it up, we spend it up and we go
To the last call in every bar in this town turn this lights on and close
You and me now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
When I first met you I was so broke
And I tried to hide behind the Alabama pines, praying that you didn't know
About my problems cause I couldn't, bare to see you go
And when you found out, all that happened, your little heart was broke
And I had to earn it back and I learned in fact that money don't fix that shit
Not tattoo's and I love you's, is trust that I had to get
I'm sorry that I, ever hurt you for anything that I did
Can I put this ring on your finger let you know that I'm serious
Marry me now
[Chorus:]
I'll never let someone straight up disrespect you
I'll never let someone call you out your name
I'll always be the one that runs up to protect you
Cause I know if I was down you'd come and do the same
So let's pack it up and move our life to Nashville
Build a studio in the house and do our thing
And I'll take you out and we'll go honky tonkin'
Get drunk and fall in Tennessee love
Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love, fall in Tennessee love
Fall in Tennessee love
Writer: Michael Wayne Atha, William Booker Washington, Matt Hayes
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Box Chevy V
I'm out the gate like a race horse, made in the A of course
That's A for Alabama, I'll be damned if I say Georgia
Tennessee in this bitch, I got some Hennessy that's paid for
Give me the big bottle, f*ck it, if I break it, I'll pay for it
My ladies laying in the Chevrolet and I say "Lord
Thank you for giving me this baby girl on a suede horse"
Yeah, this ain't no gay Ford
I'm pushing bow ties till I die
And I'm gonna ride 'til my legs sore
Vogues I got a set "Four"
Plus a Beretta sitting in the floor
Better protect yours
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Let's go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day
(Still) hitting them corners on the low pro's, girl
(Still) I'm an American Rock N Roll grand baby
Five generations of taking pictures with Grand-Ams
The Chevrolet Slim Shady, there's no way you can save me
Bass boat flakes, you never seen such
Roll down my window like "Who I am doesn't mean much"
Burning tread off a thousand-dollar tires with a clean touch
Six hundred horses running behind the mean clutch, bitch I'm
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Let's go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day
Yeah, windows washed, looking like a glass house
Glaze on the dash, leather is smelling like Ralph Lauren
Feels like I'm watching television on a couch snorin'
I must be dreaming leaning back inside this chariot
Hitch on the back of this truck, my Harley I carry it
A chalice in wonderland, fill up my cup with
Jack D and take my f*cking keys so that I don't, wreck it
Let me come sit on the passenger side and check it
How does it feel from over here? Oh, bless it
This is for all the Chevy's that I collected
Big trucks, low riders, whatever the best is
To you man I just want to give you a message
Uh', I used to sit on sidewalks like everyday
Watching punks and chumps in donks get hella paid
But I just focused on my vision and never quittin'
Now man I'm sittin' in my vision with a reason to celebrate, I'm
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Let's go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Let's go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day
That's A for Alabama, I'll be damned if I say Georgia
Tennessee in this bitch, I got some Hennessy that's paid for
Give me the big bottle, f*ck it, if I break it, I'll pay for it
My ladies laying in the Chevrolet and I say "Lord
Thank you for giving me this baby girl on a suede horse"
Yeah, this ain't no gay Ford
I'm pushing bow ties till I die
And I'm gonna ride 'til my legs sore
Vogues I got a set "Four"
Plus a Beretta sitting in the floor
Better protect yours
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Let's go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day
(Still) hitting them corners on the low pro's, girl
(Still) I'm an American Rock N Roll grand baby
Five generations of taking pictures with Grand-Ams
The Chevrolet Slim Shady, there's no way you can save me
Bass boat flakes, you never seen such
Roll down my window like "Who I am doesn't mean much"
Burning tread off a thousand-dollar tires with a clean touch
Six hundred horses running behind the mean clutch, bitch I'm
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Let's go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day
Yeah, windows washed, looking like a glass house
Glaze on the dash, leather is smelling like Ralph Lauren
Feels like I'm watching television on a couch snorin'
I must be dreaming leaning back inside this chariot
Hitch on the back of this truck, my Harley I carry it
A chalice in wonderland, fill up my cup with
Jack D and take my f*cking keys so that I don't, wreck it
Let me come sit on the passenger side and check it
How does it feel from over here? Oh, bless it
This is for all the Chevy's that I collected
Big trucks, low riders, whatever the best is
To you man I just want to give you a message
Uh', I used to sit on sidewalks like everyday
Watching punks and chumps in donks get hella paid
But I just focused on my vision and never quittin'
Now man I'm sittin' in my vision with a reason to celebrate, I'm
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Let's go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Got that Glock laid in my lap
In case you want to play
In my Chevrolet
My box Chevrolet
Let's go get you all cleaned up
And ride around all day
Writer: MATT HAYES, MICHAEL ATHA, WILLIAM BOOKER WASHINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Love Story
When this well runs dry
I guess you'll find another well
When I say goodbye
There'll be another breeze to sail
When my boat goes down
I guess you'll learn how to swim
If I don't come home
Just know you've been a good friend
Don't forget me
I love you so
Don't forget me
I've never let you go
Don't forget me
Love is the story I wrote
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
If God is my angel, the f*cking devil's the pistol
Better put your face between safety glass when I load up this missile
Whistling past this infinite path, I limp when I drag
My footprints like a giant, look at this mountain
Bounce on my boots and then climb it
Mount up my troupes and defiantly
Go against what they trying, teach em to shoot when I'm rhyming
Be living proof of my word, meaning I'm Bible as Zion
Jesus I'm rival, decapitating with the bait on my line and
Throw the hook to the open water, fish till I catch that motherf*cker
Looking for Megalodon, Goliath, Leviathan, I have been dying to find him
and tie him to my boat and chop him up and dine with him on a plate with a steak and a coke
Rely on patience and hope, speak to a nation, it shows
Reach through these speakers and grab you, turn the bass up and then choke
And I earned my place on this road, ain't nobody moving me, no way
No, how, OK, go, pow
When I was born I said [?] and the hospital set on fire
The preacher got goosebumps when he saw me and said "Messiah"
Here from the heavens, I have arose from the ashes of hell
Brought here to be poor white trash and excel
Stuck in the woods of 'Bama, worn like [?] on the shelf of scientist
Some development with nines and twelves and threes
And things like pyramids and f*ck it you'll see
How I made a pot of gold from a bucket of beans
How I made it back to dry land, stuck in the sea
From crippled ships to triple dip Z's 71's
Yeah it's already happened and I ain't had a hit but I'm f*ckin' ready for one
Got my weight up like I'm carrying fat people
I planned it, I landed
Touch down, that Seagull
But above all the guts glory it's more than just blood for me
My heart is half open for the ones that never gave a f*ck for me
My love story
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me, don't forget me
Don't forget me, don't forget me
I guess you'll find another well
When I say goodbye
There'll be another breeze to sail
When my boat goes down
I guess you'll learn how to swim
If I don't come home
Just know you've been a good friend
Don't forget me
I love you so
Don't forget me
I've never let you go
Don't forget me
Love is the story I wrote
Don't forget me
Don't forget me
If God is my angel, the f*cking devil's the pistol
Better put your face between safety glass when I load up this missile
Whistling past this infinite path, I limp when I drag
My footprints like a giant, look at this mountain
Bounce on my boots and then climb it
Mount up my troupes and defiantly
Go against what they trying, teach em to shoot when I'm rhyming
Be living proof of my word, meaning I'm Bible as Zion
Jesus I'm rival, decapitating with the bait on my line and
Throw the hook to the open water, fish till I catch that motherf*cker
Looking for Megalodon, Goliath, Leviathan, I have been dying to find him
and tie him to my boat and chop him up and dine with him on a plate with a steak and a coke
Rely on patience and hope, speak to a nation, it shows
Reach through these speakers and grab you, turn the bass up and then choke
And I earned my place on this road, ain't nobody moving me, no way
No, how, OK, go, pow
When I was born I said [?] and the hospital set on fire
The preacher got goosebumps when he saw me and said "Messiah"
Here from the heavens, I have arose from the ashes of hell
Brought here to be poor white trash and excel
Stuck in the woods of 'Bama, worn like [?] on the shelf of scientist
Some development with nines and twelves and threes
And things like pyramids and f*ck it you'll see
How I made a pot of gold from a bucket of beans
How I made it back to dry land, stuck in the sea
From crippled ships to triple dip Z's 71's
Yeah it's already happened and I ain't had a hit but I'm f*ckin' ready for one
Got my weight up like I'm carrying fat people
I planned it, I landed
Touch down, that Seagull
But above all the guts glory it's more than just blood for me
My heart is half open for the ones that never gave a f*ck for me
My love story
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me (yeah, yeah)
Don't forget me, don't forget me
Don't forget me, don't forget me
Writer: SHAUNA MARIE WASHINGTON, MICHAEL EVANS, BRITAIN WESLEY SMITH
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Johnny Cash
The windows cracked on the Chevrolet
My cigarettes in the ash tray
The engines off and the radio's down
So nervous my whole body shakes
The parking lot's full of people and
They ready to see the preacher man
Time to open up for the main act
I guess that makes me a deacon
I promies that I won't let me down
And check myself in the mirror one time
Say my prayer and then I shook the ground
Light another smoke and step outside
Walk inside and take a look around
As I try to remember all of my lines
Guess it's time for me to face the crowd
And give the people my time
[Hook:]
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
These people standing on front row
Tryna see through me like a window
I'm wearing my soul on my sleeve
But they look at me through a pin hole
All I see is this oppurtunity
To see at least one of you and me
But I can't seem to win em over so
I swallow the humility
15 minutes to hold em down
And I'm just wishing that it would fly by
It's like my whole world hits the ground
All I wanted to do is have a good time
Hold me under but I will not drown
All I really know how to do is survive
Next time that I come to your town
I be the f*ckin' headline
[Hook]
I'm not supposed to be this person I suppose
I'm not supposed to be this rapper punking holes at stereotypes
Or to write this juxtapose and flow to beats it chose
I hope the microphone [?] goes this songs and quotables
Call me nasty, say I stink, well hit the sink and hold your nose
Cause I'm about as convinceable as a bum in stolen clothes til they go at those
I got dreams like fish got gils
I can't survive in this snake water wihtout a deal
But I can built Noah's Ark without a power drill
Look at this crowd like it's a battlefield
Tell em my travels, my triumphs, my failures, my faily loud and clear
Let em off judge, I don't care how they feel
F*ck it what do I care, I'm my personal shrink
Throw my heart down on the ground, stomp it, use the blood for the ink
I'm used to purple and pink bruises so thanks for the two
That you just took a brick from the mansion
Another stich in the pants of a Johnny Cash
My cigarettes in the ash tray
The engines off and the radio's down
So nervous my whole body shakes
The parking lot's full of people and
They ready to see the preacher man
Time to open up for the main act
I guess that makes me a deacon
I promies that I won't let me down
And check myself in the mirror one time
Say my prayer and then I shook the ground
Light another smoke and step outside
Walk inside and take a look around
As I try to remember all of my lines
Guess it's time for me to face the crowd
And give the people my time
[Hook:]
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
Johnny Cash
These people standing on front row
Tryna see through me like a window
I'm wearing my soul on my sleeve
But they look at me through a pin hole
All I see is this oppurtunity
To see at least one of you and me
But I can't seem to win em over so
I swallow the humility
15 minutes to hold em down
And I'm just wishing that it would fly by
It's like my whole world hits the ground
All I wanted to do is have a good time
Hold me under but I will not drown
All I really know how to do is survive
Next time that I come to your town
I be the f*ckin' headline
[Hook]
I'm not supposed to be this person I suppose
I'm not supposed to be this rapper punking holes at stereotypes
Or to write this juxtapose and flow to beats it chose
I hope the microphone [?] goes this songs and quotables
Call me nasty, say I stink, well hit the sink and hold your nose
Cause I'm about as convinceable as a bum in stolen clothes til they go at those
I got dreams like fish got gils
I can't survive in this snake water wihtout a deal
But I can built Noah's Ark without a power drill
Look at this crowd like it's a battlefield
Tell em my travels, my triumphs, my failures, my faily loud and clear
Let em off judge, I don't care how they feel
F*ck it what do I care, I'm my personal shrink
Throw my heart down on the ground, stomp it, use the blood for the ink
I'm used to purple and pink bruises so thanks for the two
That you just took a brick from the mansion
Another stich in the pants of a Johnny Cash
Writer: DEAN HONER, DEAN MANUEL, JARROD NICHOLAS GOSLING, JIM REEVES, MICHAEL ATHA
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Have A Great Flight
Where's my calling angel?
At the coffin
Where's my blue sky?
At the coffin
A pretty bouquet and a red rose
At the coffin
Darling, don't cry
At the coffin
Over my soul
I will take your favorite books, and put them in a row
I remember how you like them, I know where they go
Your mama will be waiting there, for you to hold
I know that she misses you, misses you so
So have a great flight
Have a great flight outta here, I suppose
I know you raised me right, but you must go, I suppose
So have a great flight
Have a great flight outta here, I suppose
I know you raised me right, but you must go, I suppose
I will keep your memories, they always make me smile
Letting you go honestly, I'm having a tough time
I promise I'll be strong for you, like you said, and hold it in the road
But, I've been out here missing you, missing you so
So have a great flight
Have a great flight outta here, I suppose
I know you raised me right, but you must go, I suppose
[x8]
And nothing ever did feel so real
But this time, my time, my mind is gone
Turn the lights back on, baby I'm in the next room
But is it gonna be long till I see you again?
At the coffin
Where's my blue sky?
At the coffin
A pretty bouquet and a red rose
At the coffin
Darling, don't cry
At the coffin
Over my soul
I will take your favorite books, and put them in a row
I remember how you like them, I know where they go
Your mama will be waiting there, for you to hold
I know that she misses you, misses you so
So have a great flight
Have a great flight outta here, I suppose
I know you raised me right, but you must go, I suppose
So have a great flight
Have a great flight outta here, I suppose
I know you raised me right, but you must go, I suppose
I will keep your memories, they always make me smile
Letting you go honestly, I'm having a tough time
I promise I'll be strong for you, like you said, and hold it in the road
But, I've been out here missing you, missing you so
So have a great flight
Have a great flight outta here, I suppose
I know you raised me right, but you must go, I suppose
[x8]
And nothing ever did feel so real
But this time, my time, my mind is gone
Turn the lights back on, baby I'm in the next room
But is it gonna be long till I see you again?
Writer: Michael Wayne Atha, Ryan Wuihun Ho
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Skys The Limit
[Hook:]
They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
In your views
In your American dream
Don't tell me that the sky is the limit
Cause it ain't about what you can do
It's a who knows who
In this American dream
Okay you got criminals everywhere, right?
Criminals smugglin' dope across borders to feed America's high appetite
Kis, pounds, ounces, grams, whatever the weight of substance is gettin' towed
Cause drugs got a price
Home hydroponics, LSD chemist
Spoon cookin' heroine, junkies fill up methadone clinics
Get caught for crack and catch a long sentence
You ask me how I feel about that, maybe you got the wrong witness
I heard Jay Z's cool with Obama
Obama must be cool with me then I guess if I'm packin' up this Honda
I highly doubt it but f*ck it, it's worth a shout out
At least that's what I tell the judge before I [?]
Meanwhile I'm gettin' taken to the county for a seed
There's a news flash on the holdin' cell TV
Boston bombed by a terrorist at a marathon
8 year old killed and the killer's still free
Shit is hard to believe
[Hook]
I ain't no politically savvy citizen
I'm just an average man who writes poetry about witnessin' f*ckery
And these police who always f*ck with me
Do time for sharin' dirt, my boy trusted me
But I picked music over hustlin', and I made it out luckily
Could've been on corners droppin' quarters from a bucket seat
My cousins preach about the lord but all I see is crime
If the Vatican has got the book then what the f*ck is mine?
Just a line with a hook
You might as well be a rapper cause you signed and get booked
All the same to a suit
Black or white, you still a crook
If you ain't a Justin Leave It to Beaver with that look
Then just drop the egg in the skillet, let it cook
Who y'all bein' took
No I'm not a crook, son but this one ain't shook
But I'm rollin' Mobb Deep, my dreams on a Harley Davidson
Pigs, I hardly wave at them, yeah I said hardly
If I'm rude then pardon me but remember...
[Hook]
My grandparents retired from 9 to 5s
Then paid for my hospital bills when mama was doin' lines
I wasn't raised up like the model American
But I love what it made me, life is all about where and whens
Whos and hows that ultimately create my heritage
My great grandaddy Otis would sit down in his chair and then
Smoke a cigarette while he sipped on Muscatine moonshine
Homemade, and reminisce about the old days
He died of cancer when I was 5
I wasn't allowed to go see him in his casket cause I would've cried
I got so much value off life in such a short time
Memories stick to my heart and today they still apply
They used to share crops when they were poor
He worked his ass off at the mill and then he opened up a store
Both of my granddaddies fought a war
So I can say what I'm sayin' in this record for you and yours
[Hook]
They say the sky is the limit
Well I guess it all depends on you
In your views
In your American dream
Don't tell me that the sky is the limit
Cause it ain't about what you can do
It's a who knows who
In this American dream
Okay you got criminals everywhere, right?
Criminals smugglin' dope across borders to feed America's high appetite
Kis, pounds, ounces, grams, whatever the weight of substance is gettin' towed
Cause drugs got a price
Home hydroponics, LSD chemist
Spoon cookin' heroine, junkies fill up methadone clinics
Get caught for crack and catch a long sentence
You ask me how I feel about that, maybe you got the wrong witness
I heard Jay Z's cool with Obama
Obama must be cool with me then I guess if I'm packin' up this Honda
I highly doubt it but f*ck it, it's worth a shout out
At least that's what I tell the judge before I [?]
Meanwhile I'm gettin' taken to the county for a seed
There's a news flash on the holdin' cell TV
Boston bombed by a terrorist at a marathon
8 year old killed and the killer's still free
Shit is hard to believe
[Hook]
I ain't no politically savvy citizen
I'm just an average man who writes poetry about witnessin' f*ckery
And these police who always f*ck with me
Do time for sharin' dirt, my boy trusted me
But I picked music over hustlin', and I made it out luckily
Could've been on corners droppin' quarters from a bucket seat
My cousins preach about the lord but all I see is crime
If the Vatican has got the book then what the f*ck is mine?
Just a line with a hook
You might as well be a rapper cause you signed and get booked
All the same to a suit
Black or white, you still a crook
If you ain't a Justin Leave It to Beaver with that look
Then just drop the egg in the skillet, let it cook
Who y'all bein' took
No I'm not a crook, son but this one ain't shook
But I'm rollin' Mobb Deep, my dreams on a Harley Davidson
Pigs, I hardly wave at them, yeah I said hardly
If I'm rude then pardon me but remember...
[Hook]
My grandparents retired from 9 to 5s
Then paid for my hospital bills when mama was doin' lines
I wasn't raised up like the model American
But I love what it made me, life is all about where and whens
Whos and hows that ultimately create my heritage
My great grandaddy Otis would sit down in his chair and then
Smoke a cigarette while he sipped on Muscatine moonshine
Homemade, and reminisce about the old days
He died of cancer when I was 5
I wasn't allowed to go see him in his casket cause I would've cried
I got so much value off life in such a short time
Memories stick to my heart and today they still apply
They used to share crops when they were poor
He worked his ass off at the mill and then he opened up a store
Both of my granddaddies fought a war
So I can say what I'm sayin' in this record for you and yours
[Hook]
Writer: MATT HAYES, MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA, WILLIAM BOOKER WASHINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Disappear
Daddy I've been thinkin' about you lately
Mama's never here and step daddy hates me
He drinks a lot, it makes him so mean
Mama always screams and it gives me bad dreams
Today I dropped my bowl of s'ghetti on the floor
I didn't mean to make a mess, I tripped on one of my toys
I tried to clean it up, really I tried
But I just made it worse so I went to my room to hide
I knew if Benny saw it I'd be in so much trouble
I didn't want to, but I did
And the thought of gettin' hit scared me so I didn't tell him
Benny saw it, he took off his belt and
You know... he hit me with it
Then he pushed my face in to the carpet where the s'ghetti spilled it
But I forgive him though
I love you daddy, I guess I gotta go
[Hook:]
There's a moth on my window seal
And it came to die alone
Through the pain of the pouring rain
I gaze into the storm
And I imagine I'm the son of a man
Who will hold me close and near
With these bruises on my face I cry
While I pray to disappear
Daddy are you there?
I know you're probably busy off working somewhere
Helpin' somebody, build a house or somethin' neat
You told me what you did, carpentry, right?
Man, that's so cool, daddy
I really miss you, so much that I would kiss you
Yeah even front of my friends
I guess you know I'm gettin' sick again
I've been throwin' up, I haven't been playin' much
I missed a lot of school this week, but I'm tough
I'll make it, you know me, daddy
I don't get what I want most of the time but I'm patient
Hey if you get a second
Maybe tomorrow you could come by just to check in
Because my babysitter's crazy
Mama don't believe me but she makes me get naked
And I'm embarrassed so I hide it
I'm tellin' you because you know my heart and what's inside it
I gotta go to sleep but don't turn off the lights
I love you daddy, or should I say Christ?
[Hook]
When the weeping willow tree sways from the breeze
I float away
To the end of the world, to the moon, to the stars
To the heavens where I'm safe
I'm [?], I remain enslaved
I'm a life, I'm a world, I'm a rose, with the waste
Wake me up, let me live, let me breathe, let me breathe
Give me love, give me soul, give me guidance, give me peace
Mama's never here and step daddy hates me
He drinks a lot, it makes him so mean
Mama always screams and it gives me bad dreams
Today I dropped my bowl of s'ghetti on the floor
I didn't mean to make a mess, I tripped on one of my toys
I tried to clean it up, really I tried
But I just made it worse so I went to my room to hide
I knew if Benny saw it I'd be in so much trouble
I didn't want to, but I did
And the thought of gettin' hit scared me so I didn't tell him
Benny saw it, he took off his belt and
You know... he hit me with it
Then he pushed my face in to the carpet where the s'ghetti spilled it
But I forgive him though
I love you daddy, I guess I gotta go
[Hook:]
There's a moth on my window seal
And it came to die alone
Through the pain of the pouring rain
I gaze into the storm
And I imagine I'm the son of a man
Who will hold me close and near
With these bruises on my face I cry
While I pray to disappear
Daddy are you there?
I know you're probably busy off working somewhere
Helpin' somebody, build a house or somethin' neat
You told me what you did, carpentry, right?
Man, that's so cool, daddy
I really miss you, so much that I would kiss you
Yeah even front of my friends
I guess you know I'm gettin' sick again
I've been throwin' up, I haven't been playin' much
I missed a lot of school this week, but I'm tough
I'll make it, you know me, daddy
I don't get what I want most of the time but I'm patient
Hey if you get a second
Maybe tomorrow you could come by just to check in
Because my babysitter's crazy
Mama don't believe me but she makes me get naked
And I'm embarrassed so I hide it
I'm tellin' you because you know my heart and what's inside it
I gotta go to sleep but don't turn off the lights
I love you daddy, or should I say Christ?
[Hook]
When the weeping willow tree sways from the breeze
I float away
To the end of the world, to the moon, to the stars
To the heavens where I'm safe
I'm [?], I remain enslaved
I'm a life, I'm a world, I'm a rose, with the waste
Wake me up, let me live, let me breathe, let me breathe
Give me love, give me soul, give me guidance, give me peace
Writer: JAMES RYAN WUIHUN HO, MICHAEL WAYNE ATHA
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Fiddle Me This
Before I say goodbye
I'd like to say good day
And I hope you say "good buy"
When they ask was it worth for you to pay
For my music, for pressin' play
For all the stress that went into my songs
My love and hate
The most honest I could be with you to date
Is to say thank thank you Shady
For lettin' me be me with no holds barred
Thank you for the chance to enhance this old car
This old jar of moonshine is but
Two fine lines on a blank sheet but so far
These two lines point directed to my home on the mothership sonar
Valet UFOs, I go park
The dirty south needs a soap bar
In the mouth of these MCs but
But who am I to judge on what they love?
I guess they enjoy being broke and co-stars
And I'm soakin' so hard
From the sweat that I could take my clothes off
I done f*cked and raped the whole yard
Should sit back and shake the gold off
But I'm already gone
I got a vision like Teller, sons
In an envelope like letters
Lettuce, green, money, long
Wolfpacks in a calzone
I'll keep makin' these albums
Yeah you might have heard a dial tone
But I was on the other line when I hung up the phone
I'll send a postcard when I leave
I think about you when I dream
And when I'm up under the high beams
I reflect that shining
So you can feel the heat of light
A life of violence 'til I die in
Yeah I've done come a long way
From Dixie Land, take my hand
I'm talkin' lowriders, 77 Devilles
L-Dogs, nothin' but them 'Lacs
Sittin' on boxes in the front yard of the trailer park, yeah
One time for the single wives and the little cribs (one time)
Two times if you know what it's like to f*ckin' live (two times)
Three times in a row you've been late on the rent (three)
Four times before you did the same old shit, yeah
Baby done grown up, workin' that bid like a grown up
F*ckin' toned up, let the Glock talk, I'ma gon' hush
Just like daddy taught me
Wait I didn't have one
F*ck it, I'm happy for him
'Cause he got a bad one
I popped outta that Easy Bake
Land of the 'Bama, clean and safe
Dropped outta high school, reason, hey
I'm already high from a seedless egg
And they wonder why I speak this way
And ye ain't ever seen this place
Well here's your American pie
It's a Dixie piece of cake
I'd like to say good day
And I hope you say "good buy"
When they ask was it worth for you to pay
For my music, for pressin' play
For all the stress that went into my songs
My love and hate
The most honest I could be with you to date
Is to say thank thank you Shady
For lettin' me be me with no holds barred
Thank you for the chance to enhance this old car
This old jar of moonshine is but
Two fine lines on a blank sheet but so far
These two lines point directed to my home on the mothership sonar
Valet UFOs, I go park
The dirty south needs a soap bar
In the mouth of these MCs but
But who am I to judge on what they love?
I guess they enjoy being broke and co-stars
And I'm soakin' so hard
From the sweat that I could take my clothes off
I done f*cked and raped the whole yard
Should sit back and shake the gold off
But I'm already gone
I got a vision like Teller, sons
In an envelope like letters
Lettuce, green, money, long
Wolfpacks in a calzone
I'll keep makin' these albums
Yeah you might have heard a dial tone
But I was on the other line when I hung up the phone
I'll send a postcard when I leave
I think about you when I dream
And when I'm up under the high beams
I reflect that shining
So you can feel the heat of light
A life of violence 'til I die in
Yeah I've done come a long way
From Dixie Land, take my hand
I'm talkin' lowriders, 77 Devilles
L-Dogs, nothin' but them 'Lacs
Sittin' on boxes in the front yard of the trailer park, yeah
One time for the single wives and the little cribs (one time)
Two times if you know what it's like to f*ckin' live (two times)
Three times in a row you've been late on the rent (three)
Four times before you did the same old shit, yeah
Baby done grown up, workin' that bid like a grown up
F*ckin' toned up, let the Glock talk, I'ma gon' hush
Just like daddy taught me
Wait I didn't have one
F*ck it, I'm happy for him
'Cause he got a bad one
I popped outta that Easy Bake
Land of the 'Bama, clean and safe
Dropped outta high school, reason, hey
I'm already high from a seedless egg
And they wonder why I speak this way
And ye ain't ever seen this place
Well here's your American pie
It's a Dixie piece of cake
Writer: Michael Wayne Atha
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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Love Story is the third studio album by American rapper Yelawolf. It was released on April 21, 2015, by Interscope Records, Shady Records and Slumerican. The album was described by Yelawolf as a more passionate album than his debut album. Recording process took place primarily in Nashville, Tennessee from 2012 to 2015. The production on the album was handled by Yelawolf himself, along with Eminem (who also served as the executive producer), Malay and WLPWR, among others. The album was influenced by aspects of country and rock.
Love Story was supported by five singles: "Box Chevy V", "Till It's Gone", "Whiskey in a Bottle", "American You" and "Best Friend" featuring Eminem. Love Story received generally positive reviews from critics, who praised the album's emotional feel as well as its ambition and production, but criticized its length. The album debuted at number three on the US Billboard 200, selling 51,000 copies in its first week.
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YelaWolfLove Story was supported by five singles: "Box Chevy V", "Till It's Gone", "Whiskey in a Bottle", "American You" and "Best Friend" featuring Eminem. Love Story received generally positive reviews from critics, who praised the album's emotional feel as well as its ambition and production, but criticized its length. The album debuted at number three on the US Billboard 200, selling 51,000 copies in its first week.
Genre(s): Hip hop, rap rock
Producer(s): Eminem, Malay, Track Bangas, WLPWR, Yelawolf
Length: 74:48
Released: April 21st, 2015
Year: 2015